THE Attack...

***WArning! This post is 18+ Years only. Sexual Content*** So much to think about! Questions, questions, questions and then there is location to consider. Do we have sex in my bed where we are right now or in the shower or any number of places?

My heart is beating fast and it’s not from the sexual excitement of finally getting to have sex with Alexander, it’s stress. I’m his first…well, first he didn’t have to pay for. What if he hates it? Or maybe I’ll fart. Oh no, I’m feeling gassy now.

“Is something wrong?” Alexander asks while pealing the remainder of his clothes away. I stare at his penis while wrapping my arms around my stomach willing it to stop making noises. Perhaps the power of his cock will sedate the war my belly is having with the fried cheese I ate at the bar earlier. Cheese is never a good idea if a person wants sex. But, in my defense I never thought I would be having sex tonight.

“I’m not feeling well.”

Geeze, I should have just said I have a headache. Both excuses are both lame. I’m cringing knowing he’s not going to buy it. As I stare up at his pursed lips I KNOW he’s not buying what I’m telling him.

“Really? You seemed fine just a minute ago Aria. In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen you get undressed so fast as long as I have known you.”

“Which if you think about it Alexander, hasn’t really been that long. Perhaps we are rushing things. Maybe we wait a few months or years.” I try to sound casual so he doesn’t feel bad about wanting to have sex tonight.

He laughs. Loudly. For several minutes.

By the time he stops chuckling he is sitting on the edge of the bed wiping away the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard, “Oh Aria, thank you. You knew I was nervous and you are making me feel much more relaxed about all this.”

Crap.

“Yeah, just trying to relax you. But seriously, are you sure you are ready Alexander? I don’t want to rush you.” I scoot next to him swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

Alexander stares into my eyes, his smile fading as his bright eyes darken. His gaze dips to my lips and without a word he kisses me. It’s tender at first, hesitant. He’s just testing the feel of everything. His hands aren’t even touching me, still firmly placed gripping the side of the bed, like we are two teenagers and my parents aren’t home so I invited him into my bedroom for the first time. Everything feels new and awkward but also warm and sweet.

He pulls away, his eyes closed and his forehead touches mine as he whispers, “I think I have been ready for this, for loving all of you, since I first saw you. I am just now finding the courage to act on that knowledge.”

This is where I attack him. Suddenly all my stress and whatever I was worried about melted away with his words. How could I second guess being with him, all of him? He is almost too perfect for words and yet I stuttered. I halted when he kept walking.

Now I’m not. Now my lips are consuming him. My tongue searching for his, causing him to groan. Which just makes everything worse because it causes me to paw at him. My fingernails scrap over his arms, his chest as I push him back against the mattress and straddle Alexander.

I’m so wet and it becomes even more apparent as the tip of his cock brush against my slickness. He moans again but this time I control myself, knowing it will come. That fullness he will give me, the electric ecstasy I will give him, will come. Now is for tasting. Sampling everything until there’s nothing left but to gorge.

“Aria.” His voice come out more of a breath than a word and I eat it up. My hand slides down his stomach memorizing the contour of muscles until I feel the hardness of his hip. That sharp bone protruding out near his side. I cup it, knowing it’s not what I really want to grab and knowing it’s not what he wants me to fondle, but I do it anyway. I just want to feel everything about him.

If anything this is all his fault. He keeps egging me on as his firm hand tugs at my nipples and cups my breasts. He’s dangerous now because he knows the spots on my body that drive me crazy. Perhaps this was his plan all along, to learn me inside and out before making his move.

I doubt it. I can’t help but smile all the times he’s acted so innocent, almost juvenile when it came to so much in life. A man so naive in the world can’t be a secret sex ninja can he?

I pull away from our kiss, out of breath and watch his glazed eyes lost in desire. I still see that innocence that I first noticed those many months ago, but there is a confidence now. And damn if it isn’t hot.

What’s even hotter? When Alexander pulls me over so we are laying on our side and he reaches between my legs. His fingers sliding trough my folds before disappearing inside me. He just watches me as his hands starts to fuck me.

He’s good now too. None of that, ‘is this right’ or ‘how does that feel’ that he used to ask. He knows now. It doesn’t take him long before his thumb is circling and pressing into my clit causing me to arch. I am so close and he knows that too.

Alexander’s tongue darts out licking his bottom lip making me want to suck on it but I can’t move, too lost in the closeness of my climax.

Then it happens. I’m screaming his name and vibrating and my eyes shut as everything becomes bright. His touch is gone but I don’t care, my orgasm holding me tight. I can feel the bed dip and a rustling sound, so when I open my eyes I see him kneeling over me holding his cock. It’s covered and he’s ready.

Alexander looks up at me and his eyes ask permission.

“God yes Alexander. Please fuck me.” I yell, more like moan the words.

He does. His hand comes down beside my head to prop himself up while his other guides himself to me. Then it’s there, the thick tip pressing lightly against my still contracting muscles. Alexander eases in, inch by inch and he’s big.

Perhaps it’s just been a while for me but it takes me a moment to adjust once he’s inside me. His body tense as it hovers over mine and I stare at his clenched jaw. He wants to move but won’t. I reach up and lightly touch his cheek, “Please.” I breathe out the word and it sets him off.

His rhythm is disjointed at first which I think has to do with him not wanting to hurt me because every time he pushes deep inside his eyes flicker to mine in concern. Only it doesn’t hurt, it’s so good. In fact it’s fantastic. This small amount of sex is the best sex I have ever had.

There is more to it than just the physical act, it’s deeper. The pull or give or whatever this is, is greater than anything I have ever experienced. But he’s holding back because he doesn’t know. Alexander doesn’t understand that he couldn’t hurt me if he tried.

I wrap my legs tightly around him, wanting to hold on to all of him. “More. Harder.” He needed that, which I knew but that’s not why I said it. I whispered that into his ear because he needs to understand he could never break me because my heart is now seared to his.

Alexander scoots down the bed and places his feet on the floor so he can fuck me standing while I lay back. He positions me just on the edge before placing his hands into mine.

“I need to see you.” He tells me as his hands tighten their grip and his hips sway into me. He’s slow at first, taking his time and trying things out. I let him even though I want it rough now. I want to hear him grunt and turn into an animal before me.

My fingers ache to claw him again because this feeling is too much. I have to let it out. As if reading my mind he lets go of one of my hands letting me scratch at his arm. His rhythm picks up as his hand lowers and his thumb presses into my clit again.

It doesn’t take long, I’m so primed that I come after just a handful of flicks from his thumb. My head digs back into the bed but the sounds intensify. He is growing louder, breathing heavy and our bodies make that smacking noise from the sheen over our skin.

I look back up at him and he’s there. He’s about to plunge into his abyss. His eyes become distant but focused as his head gives a shake.

“I love you Alexander.”

He falls. His orgasm crumples his body so it sags over me. His arm reaches back and pulls my legs tighter around his body as he fills me. Alexander’s hot breath, rugged against my neck as he buries his head into me.

We stay like this for a few minutes. He holds me tight as his breath steadies and I lovingly stroke his neck, his hair. I can feel his heartbeat and it makes me smile to have that to myself.

The best part of the whole thing, I didn’t fart once. Well, that may not have been the best part but I am sure glad it didn’t happen.

Alexander pulls away and I watch him stand, slightly unsteady as he pulls off the condom, throwing it in the waste bin by my bed. We both crawl into the center of the bed and I tuck into his arm. He kisses the top of my head.

“Well what do you think of plan X?” I ask with a smile while turning my head to gaze up at him.
His brow knits as he stares at something in the distance, “I like it. I have no idea what I was afraid of. That wasn’t scary at all.”

I laugh as a goofy grin covers his face, “In fact I think we need to do that a lot.” Alexander adds.
“Maybe even a few more times tonight?” I ask.
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His eyes widen as his head turns to mine, “You mean we can do it more than once in one night?”
Sometimes I forget how naive he is.
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